Demands

I have been traveling for as long as I can remember.

Distant places were a home, home was a place where I don’t belong, but choose to make my own,

for a moment, or a while.

Distant and different, that was the perfect soil for me to feel my roots, my true blood, to discover I could be respected and loved,

wherever I may go.

It’s hard not to have demands, when you have found something so far away, and saw it’s so within reach.

It’s hard not to have demands, when you know a few simple steps are all you need

to get to where you need to be.